The darkest hour shall arrive
to take away the sorrow
hands cold as regret
oh sweet tranquil death
indeed
I came upon such embrace
and gazed at a soul
so strangely defined
perfectly ruptured
solemnly laid
And so the darkest hour shall arrive
and arise will the soul be
with it’s waking sorrow
and hands full of regret
oh tranquil tranquil death
Send ashore my flight of torment
to perpetuate
the lost poetry
of the undead.